At the back of the room Devi, Alpha's Domme friend, scowled in displeasure at being outbid for me. I saw the Councilor discreetly beckon her aside into the shadows, where he and Alpha whispered into her ear. I hoped against hope that they would bail me out of this, somehow. Everyone else was waiting, with baited breath, to see whether any more bids would be made for me. But my luck seemed to have run out, because no-one spoke up to bid against the Bishop, who was positively swelling with satisfaction in his gaudy robes as he realized that there was no opposition.

"Going once, at one thousand pounds, if there are no further bids - going twice - last chance, ladies and gentlemen - no? Well, then, - sold, to His Grace the, err, right reverend Bishop!" The auctioneer pronounced, with a wry flourish. During the rest of the auction, I found myself unable to look at my owners' faces, but not for the usual reason. My shackled feet in the dusty straw were itchin...

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